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Derek entered his house feeling absolutely worn out. Having had to spend extra time tutoring at Beacon Hills High School's library, he wasn't able to come home until late. It's about 6:45 on a Friday night now and he can hear his family buzzing around the house preparing for dinner.
"Mom! I'm back! Sorry I'm so late, Isaac needed extra algebra help. He just isn't getting used to quadratic equations yet..." Derek states, the last part more to himself than to his mother while removing his boots at the door.
Soon after, Talia, his mother rounded the corner, wearing an apron covered in flour. Derek relaxes and idly notices that the food smells lovely in the house. "Derry, honey. Aw you look exhausted! I made chicken pot pies for dinner, come and eat!" She says as she rounds the same corner back into the kitchen and dining areas.
Derek is grumpy and annoyed as she walks away. He absolutely HATES when his mom calls him "Derry." It makes him feel young and lame again.
I mean, he's 18 years old and a Senior in high school for Christ's sake! And yes, he may be a nerd, wearing dark rimmed glasses (but they are Ray bans, so they're trendy!) and yes he can quote every single episode of Doctor Who (because who doesn't love the 11th doctor) and yes, he wears cardigans CONSTANTLY (because it's chilly in AP psychology class), BUT HE'S NOT a baby. He works out every single morning and is pretty fit for a nerd if he does say so himself. He's also a legal adult now and shouldn't be made to feel so young all the time.
Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath to calm himself because, hey, at least none of his evil siblings were around to hear th...
"You heard her
DERRRRRYYYYY
come eat!" His sister Cora screams as she peeks smugly around the same corner his mother disappeared behind.
Derek really hates his life sometimes......
Dinner was a noisy affair, as per usual in the Hale household. With his parents, Talia and Arthur, his younger adopted brothers, Boyd and Jordan, and his sisters Laura and Cora, meal times were a handful.
Laura is oldest and only visits on weekends from college, but her and Cora are a force to be reckoned with when she's there. All teasing and embarrassments for Derek. It's like they literally make it their life's goal to fuck with him. Like that one time Derek brought Isaac home to tutor him because there was a test in algebra coming up and the library was closed for cleaning. Laura and Cora thought it was a wonderful time to tell Isaac (whom Derek had a slight crush on at the time) that Derek owned a collection of Star Wars panties. I mean Derek couldn't deny it. He loves Star Wars and found the best yoda thong and thought it was Ironic to buy until it wasn't and he owned over 25 themed undergarments, but WHY WOULD THEY TELL HIM THAT?!
Ugh they were awful and exhausting, which hasn't changed tonight despite Derek desperately wishing it would. So Derek decided to call it a night early.
When he entered his bedroom, he immediately went to his en suite and began undressing to shower. After removing his clothes, Derek gave himself an assessing gaze in the mirror.
Squared jaw, thick eyebrows, what the greenish hazel eyes, dark lashes, pouty pink lips, a deep 5 o'clock shadow, chiseled abs, corded biceps, lean torso, broad shoulders, prominent collar bones and evenly tanned skin is what gazed back at him. Hidden under those frumpy cardigans, is a body that Derek can't say he's ashamed of.
Derek used to be chubby and awkwardly long in places. He didn't like himself much and his dad had wanted to help with that. He and his father had began to go running and mountain climbing for one on one bonding, so physical activity quickly became a norm for him. He began working out more intensely and built up quite the muscle mass since his fragile freshman days, and now as a Senior, he stands a solid 6 ft tall and weighs in at a husky 174 pounds of muscle.
It's a shame he's a social outcast who gets embarrassed so easily. He'd make a mighty fine meat-head if he said so himself. But no, here he was, built like a bulldozer and as docile as a baby lamb. He doesn't know why he's always been this way, so submissive and easily flustered, but he wished he could stop it.
He hated how he got picked on at school by guys he could easy use as toothpicks. Scrawny, pale, mole doted assholes who couldn't for the life of them understand kindness if it actually bit them in their perfect ass.
He's talking about Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Track Star, Swimming team Captain, genius, dickwad, Stiles Stilinski.
Stiles is a good 30 pounds lighter than Derek, at LEAST an inch shorter, and his build is that of a muscly woman's, but he somehow always made Derek feel smaller than him. His sarcasm, wit, and overall knack for being able to humiliate anyone he deems lesser than him within a 10ft radius of him, is honestly kind of impressive. He is always surrounded by his team of terrors; Scott, the crooked jawed Lacrosse captain, Lydia, head of the BHHS cheerleading squad and Fashionista, Allison, the women's basketball All-Star, Danny, the swim team co-captain and Greek god!!! Jackson, Baseball Star and asshole extraordinaire, Erica, ballerina and Dance team Captain, and the most surprising... AP Art student, Isaac. Derek actually liked Isaac. He used to like like him but that faded when he noticed a funny twinkle in Isaac's eyes when a certain crooked jawed asshat entered the room....
Derek hates crooked jaw by association of hating Stiles. Which was funny considering he's never actually DONE anything to Derek. Scott has always been nice and defended him when Stiles got a bit too out of hand with the teasing.
(Ok to clear things up, NONE of them have actually done anything to Derek. Except Jackson and Stiles. The rest just kind of stood around and let the teasing happen around them, which he think makes them as guilty as Tweedlebitch and Tweedlecunt! Ha see! That was funny. Derek 1: Assholes... He lost count...)
Derek lets his mind wander as he turns toward the shower and gets the water running. His thoughts about the Group of Ghouls made him more tired and ready to shower. But one Tweedlebitch keeps popping into his mind...
Stiles.
Ugh today he was especially awful to him. Derek had walked into his history class expecting to sit where he has since the school year started 4 months ago. Instead of an empty seat, he was greeted by Jackson, the horrible, seated by hazel eyes crinkled in maniacal laugher and pink bowed lips stretched into a mischievous grin directed at Derek. Derek had allowed himself about .3 seconds of staring at said lips before licking his own nervously and adjusting his most deadly glare at Stiles.
"Awwww what's wrong, Der Bear? Did I take your seat?" Stiles cooed like the sarcastic asshole he is. None the less, Derek couldn't actually pretend to not blush at the not-so-pet-name Stiles had taken to calling him. He would lie and take it to his grave if you asked but his heart always stuttered a bit when the pale asshole used it.
"Oh don't get so fucking embarrassed, there's a seat right here for the little baby," Stiles suggested pointing at the seat mentioned, which happened to be right in front of the asshole. Up until that point, Derek hadn't noticed that a large part of the back of the classroom was staring at him, a few even laughing and whispering. It made him squirm uncomfortably.
So, instead of being humiliated even MORE publicly, as he knew Stiles was capable of, he grumpily sat in the seat.
"That's right,
little bitch.
Sit where daddy Stiles tells you to." He suddenly heard Stiles whisper way too closely to his left earlobe. In fact, he was so close that Derek could feel his hot puff of break against the nape of his neck when he pulled back and resumed to sitting comfortably in DEREK'S chair. Derek didn't even react just stared forward and tried to hide his frustration, flushed face, and obvious bulge from the class and teacher.
Derek hates Stiles. Hated how mean he could be; how he could make Derek feel so worthless and dumb despite him having the highest GPA/Test Scores BHHS has ever seen.
But what he hated the MOST about Stiles was how his cock hardened in his pants whenever Stiles called him "stupid" or "bitch" or "useless." Derek knew this had to be fucked up. GOD it was SO fucked up, but Stiles' words made his cock full and dripping every time.
He doesn't even know why humiliation turns him on so much, but he knows it's been a thing for a while now.
It seems Stiles-centric, however. He hates when his family embarrasses him and his peers, and he has been known to occasionally defend himself with them, but with Stiles, things are different. Like he can't even get himself off anymore without the thought of Stiles' hand around his throat and a slap across his face while Stiles spits the word "cumslut" with as much venom as he can muster at him. The thought often makes him shiver and it currently has him placed in his shower, warm water cascading over his tight muscles as he clenches the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming. Stiles probably would never let him cum, he thinks idly as he strokes himself slowly, riding out the "too much, not enough" pleasure of his 3rd self-denied orgasm.
"I'd beg him to come and he'd laugh in my worthless face," Derek thinks. The thought has him fucking into his fists with wild abandon now, wanting to tumble over the edge that Stiles wouldn't ever allow him to approach. He's not good enough for Stiles. He'd be nothing but a warm hole to fuck, and it's the image of Stiles stilling inside him, filling him to the point of leakage and leaving him to clean up the pathetic mess, that is Derek's undoing.
"
Stiles
...." He breathes like a prayer stated by an unworthy saint. He cums so hard over his hand and the shower wall that he almost brains himself on the tiles.
He soon comes to his senses and cleans himself and the shower wall. After properly cleaning, he steps out of the shower and looks at himself again.
GOD had he really just cum from the thought of Stiles calling him a cumslut?
What in the FUCK is wrong with him?